On our way up to Giant the other night to buy the essentials (apple cider and ice cream, of course!) we stopped at a red light and Blake started laughing hysterically. So hard he was almost crying.
I had no idea why, until, through his giggles, Blake pointed out that we were stuck behind and next to two Kia Sorentos. Ahhh, Sock Monkey, I see. Even just the thought of the sock monkey riding the mechanical bull was enough to make Blake laugh uncontrollably.
Never a dull or unhappy moment. That's why he (Blake, not Sock Monkey) is the best.